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Córdova Ituburu |
This golden woman of eyes lake color
----mirror of turquoise seen from the height---- it spreads the burning furrow of their refined body to the hug of a sun disheveled in fury. Skating her of gold the sun pays the delivery. He/she leaves him in the hearings a to hum of cicadas, In the skin a roasted scent of earth And in the eyes the feverish shine of the cantharides. |